Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.